Chapter 13 Maverick #2
I was down bad for the man to say the least. Now, as he walked me up to his bedroom in his arms, I felt my heartbeat begin to pick up.
There was this strange feeling that I had been feeling since I got on the back of his bike, which was that this night was going to change everything between us.
I wanted to pump the brakes, jump out of his arms and run out the door.
Everything in my head was telling me that this was wrong, that I was falling for a man who I couldn’t keep, but no matter how alarming my thoughts were, I couldn’t push myself to pull the trigger.
As if he could read my thoughts, he sat me gently on top of his king-sized bed and looked into my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were once again hypnotizing me, leaving an imprint on my heart, I was sure. “No running,” he said in his deep, masculine bedroom voice.
“No running,” I agreed, and I saw something flicker in his eyes as if my words set him on fire just as much as I was engulfed in his flames.
He forcefully grabbed my hair and pulled it back exposing my neck.
He started peppering kisses across my chin and down my neck and I couldn’t help the tiny moans that were escaping from my mouth.
He pulled away from me and I instantly felt cold at the separation.
He continued to make eye contact with me as he took off his shirt.
Tonight was different from our porch mornings.
The air was thick in the room and we were taking our time.
My eyes grazed over his beautifully tattooed skin.
No matter how many times I saw it, I was still captivated by their intricate designs.
He turned around, giving me a view of his club insignia permanently marked across his beautifully sculpted back.
“Get up,” he ordered and I obliged quickly.
“Take off your clothes.” The command in his voice sent sparks down into my pussy.
I hated when men told me what to do, but with Bane, our relationship was about give and take.
He didn’t treat me as if I was less than him for being submissive.
He was showing me that we could help each other become stronger together.
As I finished undressing, I bent down to take my legs out of my jeans, giving him the perfect view of my soaking wet pussy.
I heard him groan and then he swiftly smacked my ass.
“As much as I want to bend you over my bed and fuck you, I want to stare into your eyes as I make you come.” God, I had never heard a man speak like this before and I was so turned on that I thought I might pass out.
I crawled back on to the bed and turned around on my knees, facing him.
I kissed his lips and began pulling at him to come closer.
He followed and soon he was lying on top of me.
I felt him covering my body in kisses once again.
“I can’t get over the way you taste,” his husky voice whispered as he continued to get lower.
I squirmed at the sensation his lips were leaving and soon I felt the scratch of his beard on the inner parts of my thighs.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, baby.” he said as he dipped a finger into my pussy.
My thighs bucked off the bed slightly and I moaned.
“Bane,” I called out. “Yes, sweetheart?” I couldn’t see his face but I could hear the sexy smirk on his face through his voice.
“We’re just getting started,” he said and his tongue began to lap at my pussy and his fingers drove into me.
It wasn’t just the fact that his tongue was doing wondrous things to my clit that had me ready to tip over the edge, it was the man who was behind it.
He was a strong, arrogant man who had probably killed people both legally and illegally, but with me, he was the perfect mix of gentle and ferocious.
He stuck another finger inside and I fell over the edge and straight into my first orgasm of the night.
Yes, first, because I knew plenty more were soon to follow.
He let me ride out my orgasm on his tongue and I got up to hover above me again.
After giving me another mouth-watering kiss, he lifted my legs up towards his shoulders and I could feel his dick pressing against my entrance.
I was writhing as I waited for him to stick it in.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said. “What?” I questioned, thinking I must have not heard him right.
“Fuck, Thea,” he said as he pressed his hips down against mine.
I let out a moan as I tried to fight off begging him to put it in.
“I can’t take another second of you not being mine. Tell me you’re mine!”
I don’t know if it was the lust overtaking me, the command in his voice or the promises hidden behind his words tonight, but I did the unthinkable and whispered, “I’m yours.”
He growled and dove balls deep inside of me and I screamed his name.
“Fuck yeah you are, baby.” he said as he continued to vigorously pump in and out of me.
His hand found its way to my throat and grabbed on.
Something that once made me repulsed was turning me on as he squeezed the sides of my neck.
It wasn’t long after that he sent me over the edge again.
His pumping began to slow down and we adjusted so that my legs were wrapped around his hips.
He reached down and planted a deep kiss onto my lips and he sank back into me.
His movements were much slower this time.
We stared into each other's eyes as the only sounds in the room were our flesh slowly slapping together and the moans he would make fall from my lips.
“I’ve waited so long to have you like this,” he said. “To have you in my bed coming undone underneath me.”
“Fuck,” I said as I tried to keep from getting lost in his words. “No more running,” he said and I fell apart at his words and the passion that seeped through them. His climax soon followed and he fell beside me.
We sat in the quietness of the room panting.
That was the moment I realized that it was too late for me.
I was falling in love with Bane-, my thoughts were interrupted and I began to laugh.
He looked up at me amusingly. “I don’t even know your name!
” I was horrified that this whole time I hadn’t realized I didn’t actually know his name.
He laughed at my words and I slapped his arm. He moved over and grabbed me, pulling me closer. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he laid his chin across my forehead. “It’s Maverick Walker,” he said.
“Maverick Walker,” I said, letting it soak in.
Well, there it was. I was falling for Maverick Walker.
Fuck, why did I tell him I wouldn’t run?